Chapter FourOn the way back to town, whizzing past rotted fence posts, grazing heifers, sun-dried fields of peaches'n cream corn, waffling oaks and heat dissipating off the tarmac, my brain suffered gridlock. I was entranced without being able to assimilate anything that had happened yet alone wonder about the meaning or possible origins of such ungodly events. Maybe I was just a dupe, a sap and that was it. The Big Guy simply laughed at me.
And what about fate?
You walk down the street and a flowerpot hits the sidewalk in front of you. Or you stroll in the woods and suddenly you hear a tremendous crashing sound, something smacks you in the head, your knees buckle, your vision goes dark. After a moment, your senses return. Instantly you're up to your armpits in the branches of a fallen m
